❝ Dream Boy ❞
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Everyone's home for Christmas break, so Steve drags you to a party, but Tommy's there and he's always had his eye on you – Steve has to confront his 'old friend' ♥️ Warnings: Language, Underage Drinking, Harassment.
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"C'mon, it's a party, we're supposed to have fun."
The heat of Tommy's breath washed over your neck, heavy with the scent of bourbon and cheap cigars, and he was drunk.
"Fuck off, Tommy," you snapped, shouldering him in the chest, wanting nothing more than a breath of fresh air and Tommy fucking Harris out of your face.
"Ooo, feisty, I like," his nose wrinkled as he emphasized his words, hand catching your wrist as you turned to walk away. He pulled you back against him, giving you one of his devilish grins. "Carol won't care, she's not coming home for Christmas," he gave you a wink then and you couldn't take it anymore.
The grip he had on you was vice-like, and for a split second you felt your heart rate flutter against your neck. If he really wanted to he could pull you away, down the hall behind any of the doors and do whatever the hell he wanted. Panic threatened to wreck your cool and you quickly looked over his shoulder for Steve, but he was no where to be seen.
You'd only come to this fucking party because it was Christmas break and everyone was home til New Years. Steve said it'd be good for you both to get out, spend time with people your own age for once – no offense to the kids – but it had proven to be nothing short of a shitty time.
Everyone that had been a dick in high school still was, except for Steve, and college only seemed to make it worse. The popular girls were even more cliquey, wanting nothing to do with you when you approached to say hi, and all the guys were only there to hook up.
Resigned to the fact that Steve was off doing whatever the hell he was doing and not coming to save your ass, you closed your eyes and took in a breath to try and steady yourself.
Then, leaning in as close as you could bear, you put your lips to Tommy's ear, voice saccharine sweet, "You're an ass." And your knee moved so fast he didn't have time to think before it connected with his crotch.
"Fuuuuuuck," he half groaned half yelped, doubling over in pain, and you couldn't give a shit as you quickly walked across the living room to the kitchen. Anything to get away from that creep.
Your face must have said volumes because the girls that had been crowded around the bowl of punch chatting about their nails or something just as stupid scattered without hesitation. Grabbing a red cup from the stack you dunked it into the bowl, not bothering with the ladle, and downed it in one go.
Vodka. Gross.
Wiping the back of your hand across your lips you dunked it again when you felt someone grab your shoulder.
